Bee Our Babysitter Pt 01

BEE - OUR BABYSITTER - PART 1

CHAPTER 1

This is my babysitter story. It's probably just like a million other babysitter stories out there, but I want to tell mine, anyway.

I am Luke. I'm 26. I am 5' 10'', weigh 185, have longish hair which I put in a ponytail sometimes. No facial hair. I played baseball in high school. I graduated from medical school when I was 24. I am not a doctor, I'm a tech at a hospital about 45 minutes from home. My wife is Mandy. She is also 26. 5' 6", weighs about 125. She has long blonde hair and a great body. She's very pretty. We knew each other growing up but didn't date or hang out or anything. We went to the same high school but didn't have many classes together. She was a cheerleader. As it turned out, we went to the same med. school and that is where we started hanging out because we already knew each other. Eventually we started dating, and married as soon as we both graduated. She is also a tech at the local hospital.

We have 1 child. Andrew. He is 1 year old. We live in the same house I grew up in with my parents and younger brothers, Philip and Dennis. Philip is 4 years younger than me, and Dennis is 6 years younger. After Philip and I were grown and in college Mom and Dad started talking about downsizing. They didn't need a 4 bedroom house anymore and it was a lot to keep up with. So when Mandy and I got married and were looking for a house, they said they would sell us theirs if we were interested. We were. I knew it was a great house. Dad had his own crew build it in 1996 to his specs., and he oversaw the project. He worked for his Dad., who was a contractor. Dad later inherited the company. So the house wasn't old, it was in great shape, and it had everything we wanted. A pool, attached garage, full basement, and an attic. As well as a storage building in the back. Mandy and I both make good money, so we could afford it, and Mom and Dad were able to find a smaller house that was more manageable for them.

CHAPTER 2

When Andrew turned 1 Mandy and I decided it was time for us to find a nanny so she could go back to work. She had taken a leave of absence. We hired a lady in her 40's named Melody. She stayed with Andrew during the day while we were at work. But we also wanted to start going out now and then like we used to. So we needed a babysitter for those evenings.

Dennis asked, "Do you remember Marigold? Bee? She likes to be called Marigold or Mary or Goldie now instead of Bee." As kids her friends started calling her Beegirl, or beefeeder, or beepollen, because she was named after a flower that attracts bees. You know how kids are. That quickly became just Bee. I said I did remember her. She was a little girl Dennis and his friends played with growing up. She was 2 years younger than them but they became friends. I used to tease Dennis about his 'girlfriend'. He said she wasn't his girlfriend. When I was in college and came home to visit I always asked him about his 'girlfriend'. They were teenagers then. He said, "I told you she's not my girlfriend. Besides, she's always had a crush on you." I kind of knew that. She always wanted to be where I was, doing what I was doing, when I was still at home, before college. She was a cute little girl, but 8 years younger than me.

Anyway, Dennis said she was out of high school, and was going to the local community college. She was doing some babysitting and other small jobs for a little income. He said she's a real responsible girl, doesn't drink or do drugs. Mandy and I both said we'd like to talk to her.

I told Mandy all about her. How she came to be called Bee. How she was my brother's friend growing up. Even about having a crush on me. She said all little girls have a crush on older boys, and I said all little boys have a crush on some older girl, too. Whether it be a teacher, another boy's mom, or just an older girl.

Dennis arranged for her to come to our house Saturday afternoon to discuss it. When the doorbell rang I went to answer it. Mandy was feeding Andrew in the kitchen. My jaw dropped when I saw Bee standing there. She was all grown up. I hadn't seen her since she was maybe 13. She was 18 now. And gorgeous. She was about 5' 8", probably 130 lbs., big tits, a nice ass, great legs, long brown hair, and brown eyes to match. She was extremely pretty. She was wearing white shorts and a button-up blue blouse tied up at her navel. She looked nothing like the Bee I remembered. But I knew it was her. "Hi Bee," I said. "I mean Marigold. I hear you don't like to be called Bee anymore. What would you like me to call you?"

"I kinda like Goldie, but I'm good with Mary, or even Marigold."

"Well, Goldie, come on in. Have a seat. Mandy will be right with us. She's feeding Andrew in the kitchen. Can I get you something to drink?"

"A Coke would be nice if you have one. Or whatever."

"We do have Coke. Be right back."

Mandy returned with me. I introduced them. After talking with her for a brief period we knew she would be great and told her so. We agreed to pay her $15.00 an hour and she said that was great. We got her number and gave her ours and said we would be in touch. I teasingly said, "It's good to see you again, Bee. I mean, Goldie. Sorry." She knew I was playing and said it was good to see me again, too.

"And to meet you, Mrs. Anderson."

"Please. Call me Mandy."

CHAPTER 3

Our first date was 2 weeks later. We were going to a concert. It was at the local theater so we wouldn't be home late.

Mandy and I had a great time on our first time out since Andrew was born. We worried a little but knew Goldie was responsible and capable. And our parents, and hers, were close by, also. We got home at 11:00. Goldie was asleep on the couch. Had fallen asleep watching a movie. Mandy woke her and asked if she wanted to go to bed. She said, "No. It's not that late. I'll just drive home." She lived less than a mile away with her parents.

"Okay. Be careful. And thank you." I gave her $60.00 for the 4 hours.

The very next weekend we wanted to go to another concert. But this one was 2 hours away. We told Goldie we probably wouldn't make it home until after 1:00 AM and that she could stay in one of the spare bedrooms if she wanted. That we would pay her up to the time we got home. She agreed and said she would bring what she needed to stay overnight.

The concert was awesome and we got home about 1:15 AM. Mandy went to check on Andrew. He was fine, fast asleep. She prepared for bed. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of orange juice. I sat down to unwind from the drive and drink my juice.

When I went upstairs to go to bed Mandy was in our bathroom so I went down the hall to pee. Coming back I saw the door cracked open on one of the spare bedrooms. I assumed it was where Bee was sleeping. I guess to me she'll always be Bee. Old habits die hard. I pushed it open a little more and peeped in to see if she was asleep and tell her we were home if she wasn't. She did appear to be asleep. The light from the hall made it possible to see her lying on the bed. She had kicked the covers off and was lying on her side with her back to me. I went in to pull the blanket up over her. I couldn't help but notice her attire. She had on a pair of frilly, pink, diaphanous pajama bottoms. And what looked like probably solid panties under. Her ass cheeks were partly visible. Her top was the same material and was pulled up a little showing her bare waist and back. It did not look like she was wearing a bra, which I know is common. Women hate wearing bras and don't when they sleep. I knew I should not be looking at her like that, but, hey, I AM a man. I pulled the blanket up over her, left, and pulled the door shut.

Mandy and I slept in a little the next morning. Bee was up and was feeding Andrew. That's why we didn't hear him and wake up. We thanked her for doing that and told her she didn't have to. She said she didn't mind. We paid her an extra hour for doing that, and she went home.

CHAPTER 4

Mandy had to take a refresher course for her job, as we both do once a year. They're always at different times, though. She would be gone from 6 til 10 each evening for a week. That left me at home with Andrew. Which is not a problem. I did a lot to help with him, anyway. I knew how to feed him, bathe him, change his diaper, get him to stop crying, put him to bed. The whole shebang.

But Wednesday I got stuck at work when the second shift tech called in and said he got stuck out of town, but was on the way. I had to stay until 8:00 PM. I called and arranged for Bee to come over at 5:30 when Melody left. She couldn't stay late as she had her own family to take care of.

I got home about 8:45. Bee was sitting on the couch with her laptop. Andrew was in his bed, down for the night. I got a glass of tea and sat down with Bee. I said, "Thanks, Bee, for coming over on short notice. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't. Oh, sorry. I keep forgetting you don't like Bee anymore. I guess you'll always be Bee to me."

"That's okay. I actually don't mind when you call me that. I think it's cute. Maybe it's because I had a crush on you when I was little. I guess you never knew that. And I liked it when you called me your favorite little bee. So if you want to call me Bee, it's fine."

"Okay. And I knew you had a crush on me. I thought it was cute. You were cute. Still are. And you're still my favorite little bee."

She blushed a little. I asked her if she had eaten. She said no. I ordered chinese. Enough that Mandy could have some when she got home, too. I showered while waiting for the delivery. When I came back out Bee was in the kitchen getting some plates and stuff ready for our meal. I watched her for a minute before she knew I was there. She had grown into a really beautiful young lady. She was wearing a pair of those silky shorts that look like gym shorts and show just the bottom of her ass cheeks. And a tight pullover top that clung to her ample breasts. It wasn't slutty, but low cut enough to show just a hint of cleavage. Very sexy looking.

The doorbell rang and I retrieved our food and paid the delivery guy. We sat down and ate and talked. About the time we were finished eating Mandy came in and I explained about getting stuck at work and Bee being willing to come in and watch Andrew. She thanked Goldie and sat down to eat. She said she had eaten a little at the class but didn't really care for what they had.

Bee said she was going to head on home. I paid her and said, "I didn't see your car in the driveway. How did you get here?"

"I walked. It's less than a mile and I figured the exercise would do me good."

"Well, it's dark now and you shouldn't be walking alone. I'll drive you home."

"You don't have to. I don't mind walking."

"I know. But I don't like you being out walking alone in the dark. I'll take you while Mandy's eating."

"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Anderson."

"Please. It's Luke. Drop that Mr. Anderson stuff."

We talked on the short ride to her parent's house, and sat in the driveway talking for just a minute. She said, "It's really nice seeing you again after all these years."

"Yeah. Same here. And I can't believe how you've grown into such a beautiful young woman. It shouldn't surprise me, though. You were always a really cute little girl. Should be no surprise you're so pretty now."

"Thank you. I thought you were really handsome growing up, and you still are. You know? Truth be told, I think I still have a little crush on you." I could see by the light of the streetlamp that she was blushing again.

"That's very flattering, Bee. And I could see myself falling for a girl like you if I wasn't married. But, unfortunately, I am." I laughed. "No. I'm just kidding. I love my wife, and I love being married."

"Yeah. I can tell. Well. Good night, Luke. Call me when you need me again."

"Will do. Good night, my little bee. And thanks again."

I drove home thinking about her still having a crush on me. It's kinda nice knowing I still turn young girls on.

CHAPTER 5

Bee babysat for us a couple of times over the next couple of months. Usually just for a couple of hours while we went out to eat, or to a movie, or something. There were a couple of overnighters here and there, but not many.

Mandy went to stay with her sister in Tennessee for a week in April. Her sister was sick, so she left Andrew home with me as it would be too much to take care of them both. I had Melody, and Mandy's and my parents lived close by if I needed help. And I could always call Bee at nights. I was doing some studying at the time. I had the opportunity for a promotion at work and would need to pass an exam for it. So I asked Bee if she could be there to feed, bathe, and get Andrew to bed in the evenings. She said, "Of course."

The first evening she got there at 5:30 when Melody left, as planned. Mandy had prepared a few meals before she left to help get me through the week without cooking. Bee and I ate together as it was suppertime when I asked her to be there. It was the least I could to feed her. She looked good, like she was going out. I said, "Wow! Look at you. You look really nice. Are you meeting someone when you leave here?"

She was wearing a short, navy blue skirt, showing off her nice legs, pantyhose, black shoes with a little bit of heel, and a white sleeveless pullover top that showed a fair amount of cleavage. Not enough to be trashy, but enough to make me look. She had also put her make-up on, was wearing some great smelling perfume, and had styled her hair. All in all, she looked fantastic.

"No. Not meeting anyone. Just felt like dressing up a little this evening. You know how we women are. Sometimes we want to look nice, other times we don't care how sloppy we look. And I don't go anywhere much to dress up, so I just like to do it occasionally."

We both laughed and I said, "Yeah.That's how Mandy is. Most of the time she takes time to look good. Other times she might be in her pajamas all day."

"Yep. That's us girls."

After we ate, she said she would clean up and I could get to my studying. I played with Andrew for a little while first, then I got my stuff and sat at the kitchen table so I could spread it out. I tried to study but I kept looking at Bee going about the kitchen cleaning up and putting stuff away. Damn, she looked good. I felt guilty for looking, but couldn't help myself, she was a gorgeous woman.

Bee fed, bathed, and got Andrew to bed, then she made a pot of coffee and brought me a cup. She sat it down, got one for herself and said she was going to the living room to read a little. I said, "Sit here with me. You were nice enough to make me some coffee, sit and have a cup with me."

"I don't want to disturb you."

"Nonsense. I need a little break. Sit."

She sat and we chatted. I noticed when she sat down her already short skirt hiked up some more. My eyes were drawn to her great legs. I have no doubt she saw me looking. She asked what I was studying. I told her I was trying to get a new position at work and needed to learn the latest techniques in my field. I didn't go into details because it's boring as hell, and if you aren't in medicine you probably wouldn't know what I was talking about anyway. But it was nice of her to feign interest.

She went and sat on the couch reading, as she said. In about an hour she came back out and asked if I needed anything. I said, "No. I'm good. But thanks." I stretched and rolled my shoulders as I had a kink in my neck. She stepped behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "I bet your neck and shoulders DO get tired sitting there like that. Does this help?"

"Oh my God, yeah. That feels great." I rolled my head around a little and enjoyed the massage. "You don't have to do that, though."

"I don't mind. Do you want more coffee? Or anything else?"

"No. I'm good. But, thanks."

Bee fed Andrew, gave him his bath, and got him in bed at 7 PM. I told her thanks and that she could go anytime she wanted. She said, "I don't mind sticking around in case Andrew wakes up and needs anything. Then you wouldn't have to stop."

"You're perfectly welcome to stay as long as you like. And that would be nice. Sometimes he pees after his meal and needs to be changed. So it would be a big help. If you're sure you don't mind."

"Not at all."

She stayed until I quit studying at 10 PM. I called Mandy and went to bed.

CHAPTER 6

The next evening Bee arrived at 5:30 again. Dressed very nicely again. When I commented on it she said, "I guess I'm just in one of those periods where I want to look nice."

She was wearing another short skirt. This one maybe a little shorter than the last. It was red and looked like leather. She wore black fishnet stockings. Her blouse was a white, sleeveless, button-up and was tied in a knot at her belly button. She had her hair in a ponytail. I tried, but not real hard, to not gawk when she was cleaning the kitchen after our meal. And also when she was sitting in the chair at the table. Her skirt barely covered her crotch. I was pretty sure I got a glimpse of red panties under the fishnet pantyhose a time or two.

After playing with Andrew for a while, I said I thought I was going to sit in the living room to study tonight if it wouldn't interrupt her. That I didn't need all that room this time. Just mostly reading. She said that was fine. That she was going to be doing stuff on her laptop.

I sat in a chair and she sat on the couch. Soon she kicked off her shoes and stretched her legs out on the couch. My chair wasn't directly across the room from the couch. It was kinda towards the end of it and faced it. When she stretched her legs out I had a good view without being obvious. It was very distracting, but I was willing to be distracted. Occasionally she would move her feet around a little and I did get a glimpse of red panties. She bent one leg upwards at the knee a little and rested it against the back of the couch, and I had more than a glimpse. Her panties were on full display now. I don't know if she knew it or not. For all I know it might have been intentional. But, either way, I enjoyed it.

Bee got up and made coffee again. While it was brewing she got An drew ready for bed. After putting him down she brought us both a cup, along with a tray of cookies. She sat it on the coffee table in front of the couch and said, "Take a break for a few minutes. Come sit over here and have a cookie with your coffee"

"Damn. I could get used to this. Maybe I should tell Mandy to stay in Tennessee." We both laughed. As we had our coffee and cookies I asked her about how her studies were going. If she had many friends, went out much, had a boyfriend. She said school was fine, she was studying dental hygiene, she had a couple of friends she hung out with sometimes but not a lot, and no, no boyfriend. I told her I found that hard to believe. That the boys around here must be idiots to let a girl like her get away. She said that's the problem. They're idiots. All they're interested in is their car, or their buddy's car, getting high, or some rock band. She said she had been out with several different guys, but none she particularly liked.

I told her that was a shame. But I had no doubt she would eventually meet the ONE. "A woman as beautiful and as smart as you, you could have any man you want."

"Thank you for saying so. But I'm really not in any hurry."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. So many people get tied down too early, before they know what they really want. It's best to take your time, have some fun, enjoy life, find out what you want. Then, if you want, find your soulmate."

She scooted over and hugged me. "You're so smart. That's the way I feel, but my friends don't understand. They think I should have a boyfriend like they all do. But it seems to me they're in a rut. And I just don't want that. I'm glad somebody understands." She was still hugging me and I was a little uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong. I liked it, but I shouldn't.